"We are disciples of Heshuo Xiuwu Temple." Luo Xiao stretched out his hand to lift the outer cover, revealing the red belt and the ejaculation and dragon signs on his waist.

Yan Hong said coldly: "Even if you are the deacons in the martial arts training hall."

Luo Xiao took a deep breath. It seemed that this matter could not be good and surrendered? It would definitely not be possible, because he smelled a strong scent of conspiracy. His eyes swept around and estimated the opponent's strength. Yan Hong was a fifth-level warrior, and most of his ten patrolmen were about third-level. As long as he was surprised...

Luo Xiao took off the bow and arrow with one hand and untied the hunting knife with the other. Under Yan Hong and other cavalry eyeing, he threw it on the ground casually, and then bent his fingers on the wall of the carriage three times, "Did you hear what the man said? Throw out all the weapons."

Yan Hong's eyes showed a cold sneer. It was indeed a bunch of young men, who were casually disarmed when they were scared... The tip of the knife pointing at Luo Xiao did not hang down, but instead slashed down.

As Yan Hong's sword fell, a sudden sound of a buzzing sound of the buzzing sound of the bowstrings. Six crossbowmen of the ten cavalry surrounding the circle fired together, and the arrows broke through the air and shot Luo Xiao.

However, Luo Xiao was faster. Almost as Yan Hong slashed under his waist, Luo Xiao took off his stirrups, jumped up, and his toes were on the back of the horse, and flew to the top of the carriage.

Tuk tuk tuk... Arrows intertwined over the horse's back and inserted into the wall of the carriage, causing the carriage to shake for a while.

The three crossbowmen had no time to hang the strings, threw the crossbow, drew their swords and took their guns, and rushed towards Luo Xiao on the roof of the car. The other three archers quickly drew arrows and put their bows, and they were tense and tense. With the sound of the strings, three arrows intertwined and shot towards Luo Xiao.

Luo Xiao raised his hand and looked behind him. A small round shield with smooth and bright green light suddenly appeared on his chest, bounced all three arrows away.

As soon as the three cavalry approached the carriage, the light suddenly shone brightly, the curtain of the carriage cracked, and two figures flew out.

A green steel sword and a slashing sabre, the sword light flashed by, and the front hooves of the two horses were cut and broken. The two cavalrymen lost their front hooves, their bodies flew out with inertia, and they hit the carriage heavily. The heavy slabs broke, and the two fell to the ground, causing smoke and dust to stir up, their faces were covered in blood, and they struggled hard.

Shangyu was shocked and pulled up his horse, and the man stood up.

"Leave this guy to me!" Lao Feiyan cut his saber and shook his arms, and his whole body hit the standing horse's belly like an angry bull.

With a bang, the cavalry and his horse were knocked half a foot away from the ground, and the people were raised and overturned.

The moment the carriage broke, Luo Xiao flew up with the force and crashed into Yan Hong with his people and shields.

Yan Hong was put on a slight face and stared coldly at the boy who was hitting like an eagle, without dodging or dodging, with an expression of being dead.

When the dragon scale shield was three feet away from Yan Hong, he attacked with axe and a gun from left and right, intercepting Luo Xiao's attack.

The shield, axe and guns intervened, and there was a loud bang, and a string of sparks emerged from the shield surface, the gun rod broke, and the axe swayed.

Luo Xiao stopped and landed steadily. Before the two cavalry could react, the dragon scale shield swept across the left and right. With the crisp crackling sound and the sarcastic sound of war horses, the broken horse fell down with a loud bang, and the two cavalry also rolled and flew far away.

"Looking for death!" A tyrannical roar and a sudden sound of horse hooves came into his ears. Yan Hong pulled out a two-meter-long cavalry rifle from the gun bag beside his saddle, and his legs slammed into the horse's belly, and rushed towards Luo Xiao.

Are cavalry conflicts? Come on!

A violent feeling flashed in Luo Xiao's eyes. He licked his lips. The dragon scale shield swirled around his hand, steadily protecting his upper body, standing on his legs, stomping on his toes, and his body bent like a tight bow.

"Go to die!"

"roll!"

With a bang, the tip of the gun collided violently with the shield surface, and a dazzling spark exploded. The gun rod broke, and the strong recoil force overturned Yan Hong from the horse's back.

However, Yan Hong, who was experienced, reacted very quickly. He pulled out his waist knife from the edge of the saddle when he rolled down from the saddle, and his feet fell to the ground. The blade crossed and was about to prick forward. Suddenly, his eyes became dark, and a strong wind rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed towards him.

Yan Hong had no time to shoot the knife, and in desperation, he could only stab the tip of the knife forward. With a clang, the tip of the knife pressed against the shield surface, and a powerful force surged in. Yan Hong couldn't help but staggered back and retreated faster and faster, and could not stop at all.

"Ah--" Yan Hong was furious. He never expected that a mere teenager would force himself to this point.

"Break it for me!" Yan Hong's eyes flashed with blood, and a white light appeared on both hands holding the knife. The white light flowed from his hands to the handle of the knife, and then to the body of the knife, and finally gathered at the tip of the knife.

Zheng! A little cross starlight lit up at the tip of the knife, and shot on the shield.

"Boy, die!" Yan Hong's face reflected a white light, looking pale and ferocious. This mysterious sword energy was his trump card. It transformed into sword energy into sword energy, which could easily break the large infantry shields and even the large iron-packed steel and wood oars for defending the city, not to mention this mere cavalry round shield.

However, Yan Hong's expected cross star light penetrated the shield and shot into the boy's heart. The scene of instant death did not appear. What appeared before him was the cross star light colliding with the blue shield. All the colors seemed to be lost in front of him, only blue and white.

The faint white light shattered instantly, splashing out a large white spot, slowly dissipating in the air, while the part of the shield hit was still shining with a dark green light, as bright as a mirror, without even a trace of scratches.

Yan Hong's horrified face reflected on the mirror: "Spirit...spiritual weapon!"

The only weapon that cannot be broken by Yuanli’s sword energy is the spiritual weapon.

Luo Xiao didn't care about Yan Hong's heart being terrified. While he was frightened, his vital energy burst out and pushed him to the lakeside. His left palm pressed against Zheng Shin's right arm. His breath exploded and he growled: "Go!"

Boom! Yan Hong was shocked, and his whole body flew into the air. He danced and fell more than ten steps away, and fell into the lake. When he wiped the mud on his face, he saw Luo Xiao wave at him, turned around and jumped like a star ball, and rushed towards the remaining cavalry.

"Bastard!" Yan Hong was furious and rushed to the shore while wading in the sludge. Unexpectedly, he took one step, and the mud was knee-breaking. He took another step and couldn't pull out his legs... Yan Hong's face turned pale, and he suddenly remembered what this place was.

"Swamp, zodiac, lake...ah!" Yan Hong did not dare to take the third step anymore, nor did he even move at all, but he still could not control his body to sink slowly.

The mud was passing by little by little, without chest, Yan Hong's face was as beautiful as earth, and could only expect his subordinates to come and help. However, he saw in despair that the terrifying young man was leaping like flying above the official road, and the terrifying round shield in his hand, which seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, flew around the young man, as if he had turned into a demonic butterfly.

Bang bang bang bang several muffled sounds. The melee cavalry who had reached the fourth-level warrior had the weapons and round shield in their hands flew at once, and were smashed hard by the shield edge. The tough leather armor on their bodies shattered like thin paper, one after another, sprayed blood from the horse's back.

Although they looked more miserable than the other, they were basically injured and lost their power to fight again. The boy did not kill him. After all, these people were officers and soldiers, so it was one thing to protect themselves and defeat him. If they were killed, they would be serious.

The boy who cleared the obstacles signaled his companions to get on the bus, jumped into the driver's position, and swept the eyes coldly towards Yan Hong, shook the reins, and the whip sounded crisply: "Driving!"

The horse roared and the wind roared, and the wheels rolled, gradually disappearing into the wind and sand.

Yan Hong tried his best to grab the reeds beside him, barely stopping his sinking momentum, looking at the official road, but seeing that all the cavalry under his command were wiped out, all of them lay down and life or death. The war horses ran away, and even the driver disappeared. Except for a few vultures who smelled blood in the air, there was no one on the entire official road...

"ah--"

A voice of anger, unwillingness, and a faint fear rolled away...

After a while, with a bang, the reeds were torn and Yan Hong's stagnant body slowly sank again.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Yan Hong's gloomy eyes finally showed a sense of panic. He had the fifth-level strength but did not dare to exert force. The feeling of being able to do nothing was too awkward. As a border general who had been patrolling for nearly ten years, he knew this Huang Ze very well. He had seen with his own eyes that warriors who were stronger than him were swallowed up. Unless the warriors could save themselves, they could only wait for others to rescue them honestly.

But... no one just walked by!

Yan Hong looked desperately as the mud broke through his neck, his chin, his lips, his nose... Finally, he turned dark in front of him - in the dark moment in front of him, he seemed to see someone flashing from afar. Yan Hong stretched out his arms ecstatically, and raised his hands like a drowning person.

Just when he was about to suffocate, his whole body suddenly became lighter, and his whole body was pulled away from the mud by an invisible force, flew up and hit the ground with a thump, causing a sludge to splash everywhere. Although the bones were almost disintegrated, the tactile touch made him feel like he was reborn and gasped, like a dry and dying fish.

Several Turkish faces appeared in front of him, and he shook his head: "The hunting dogs that are fed can still hold sheep. A Yunqiwei and a cavalryman are...hehe!"

Yan Hong vomited a few mouthfuls of fishy mud, and was furious when he heard this: "What did you say!"
Chapter completed!